Chapter 10 - ASHES AND EMPIRES

The war ended in a single, bloody night. With Russo dead and his men slaughtered or scattering back to New York, the Chicago syndicate fell utterly silent.
Vincent lay in a hospital bed, bruised and broken, watching his son stand by the window.
I was wrong, Vincent signed slowly, his hands trembling. You don't need my protection. They need protection from you.
Liam watched his father. There was no anger left, only the cold truth of succession. Vincent reached out, taking Liam's hand, and pressed his heavy gold signet ring into Liam's palm.
May you like
It is yours, Vincent mouthed.
Liam slipped the ring onto his finger. He didn't smile. He turned and walked out of the hospital room, leaving the old world behind to build his own.